Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Sharing your food

Durham County Library, where I have my "day job," hosted a romance fan festival last November called Fall Into Romance. As part of her presentation on heroes, Virginia Kantra mentioned that she always has a moment in her books where the hero feeds the heroine. This is a moment or sign of commitment to her, different from any vows, professions of love, or sex. As I've been working on line edits for A Promise for the Baby (Karl's book, which comes out in January 2014) I was again struck by Virginia's words. 

When we first meet Karl in his own book, he is cold and unemotional. When Vivian first sees him, she thinks, "She needed a warm heart to beat under his winter clothes." He barely reacts to her news and Vivian and the readers are both left to wonder if he cares at all. 

And then he feds her and your entire perception of Karl and his silence changes. 

A small gesture turns out not to be small at all. Without being completely aware I was doing it, I'd written similar food scenes in each of my two other books. In Reservations for Two, the moment Dan realizes just what he's done wrong coincides with him preparing her dinner. In The First Move, Miles has no illusions about his feelings for Renia; he offers her food in almost every scene.

Of course, Virginia and I aren't the only authors that do this. In Lisa Klepas's Smooth Talking Stranger, the reader knows that Jake is in love with Ella the instant he orders her dinner (even though the entire book is told through her point of view and she doesn't yet realize his feelings). Cara McKenna's After Hours  has a great scene where Kelly buys Erin a burger. In all of these scenes, there a sense that offering someone food is a way to say, "I care about you." The offer is intimate and personal, without being invasive.

What about you? What are some of your favorite romance novel moments where the hero offering the heroine food changes everything about their relationship?

Leave a comment. I'll use a random number generator to pull a winner from the comments. The winner will receive a copy of A Promise for the Baby as soon as I get my author copies (about one month before the book is out). Comment by August 7th and I'll post the winner on August 10th (Really this time! No writing the post and hitting "save draft" instead of "publish").

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Winner from Cathryn Parry's Tuesday Post

Out of His League, July 2013
Congratulations, Laney4!

Please send a mailing address via my website form here, and I'll get "Out of His League" (or another of my backlist Superromances, if you prefer) to you.

Have a great week, everyone!  Thanks for reading our blog.

Sincerely, Cathryn

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Question of the Month: The Travel Edition

As romance writers stagger back to their homes and routines following the RWA National Conference, we asked them this question: what is the most challenging or inspiring trip you've ever taken?

Jennifer Lohman: When I lived in China, I took a trip to Tibet with some friends. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to use that information in a book, but it was inspiring. If someone is looking for a great book about Tibet (not a romance) the mystery novel The Skull Mantra by Eliot Pattison was fantastic. And, if you like it, it's the first in a long series.

Mary the dogsledder!
Mary Sullivan: Shortly after my ex-husband and I separated, a shock I wasn't expecting, I decided to take an Outward Bound course dogsledding in Algonquin Park in northern Ontario. I was in my mid-50s. The trip challenged me physically and emotionally, but it was one of the best things I've ever done. I'm not an athlete, but managed to survive and, in fact, found healing in the stunning landscape and with the amazing dogs.

Pamela Hearon: My husband and I were vacationing in England, and I dragged him from Arthurian site to Authurian site. At some, we were the only people there. Lots of people. A story started to come together in my mind. When we got home, that story became my first novel--The Timestone Key!

Cathryn Parry:  This year, my husband and I traveled to Scotland, rented a car, and toured the Highlands. This has been a goal of mine since the third grade--and it was wonderful. I just wish my grandmother was still here so I could talk to her about it. She provided the sword and the inspiration for my childhood Highland dance lessons.

Vicki Essex:  I went on a lovely 4-day vacation to Quebec City with my husband some years ago. I got so many ideas just studying the architecture and layout of the walled city, I wish I'd remembered to write that trip off!

Joan Kilby:The most inspiring *and* the most challenging trip I ever went on was trekking in the Himalayas. We started just outside Katmandu and walked to the Everest base camp. We trekked for four weeks, up and down soaring snow-capped mountains, through rhododendron forests, past terraced rice paddies, medieval villages and buddhist stupas fluttering with prayer flags beneath the bluest, most crystal clear sky I have ever seen. The trek was really hard at first, and also at the end when the air was so thin it was hard to breathe but by the end I was the fittest I've ever been in my life. The friendliness, generosity and physical toughness of the Nepalese people despite their poverty was inspiring and the beauty of the landscape was out of this world. It was an unexpectedly spiritual journey and afterward I felt changed inside, like a new person. I will never forget it. 

Jeannie Watt: My family, including my (feisty) parents who are in their seventies and my brother and his family, hiked from the top of the Grand Canyon down to Supai Village the day after Christmas a few years ago. It was a fascinating experience, especially for a geologist. My mom led the way as we hiked back out a few days later. Since we are rarely able to get everyone together for a holiday, it was one of the best Christmas vacations ever. I'd love to go back.

Kris Fletcher:  The two trips we did for our international adoptions were each memorable in
The Astrakhan Kremlin
their own way. The first, to China, was fascinating because it was the most "foreign" experience I have ever had. Absolutely everything was different. We were able to take our boys with us and we all agreed that it was the closest we would ever come to traveling to another planet. The second adoption involved three trips to Russia. The third one required me to stay there by myself for two weeks. (Well, I had our new daughter with me, but she wasn't much help :-) I am not the most confidant traveler even when I speak the language, so this was indeed a challenge for me - but we all survived, and I have an abundance of memories of my time there to share with our daughter. 

Tara Taylor Quinn:  I went to Italy with a girl friend a few years ago.  We rented a car and I drove from Rome to Venice to Milan, down to Naples and then back up to Rome.  It was the most incredible ten days in so many ways.  We were car-jacked and I was calm and strong and gunned the motor and the guy fell out of the back of the car before he could get the door shut.  This was on a one lane mountain road that was nothing but curves above high cliffs.  It was a defining moment for me.  I had the chance to see myself in a real crisis.  To see my own strength.  Where before I might have cowered, or hid, I now draw on my strength instead.  And the wine… Mmmmm.  

Anna in an opal mine.
Anna Sugden: One of my favourite trips was when we went to Australia. I was able to tie in the RW Australia conference with sight-seeing and touring around, including a visit to the wildlife park owned by Steve Irwin – where I got to feed a roo and cuddle a koala. At the conference, I got to meet fabulous Supers author and all-around fab person, Sarah Mayberry <g>. 

 The highlight for me was a visit to Coober Pedy – where they mine opals (my favourite gem) and where the temps in summer are so hot, they live underground! Our hotel room was underground – which doesn’t sound strange until you realize there is no window and it’s really dark when you turn the lights out! The trip to Coober Pedy also had special meaning as it was a Silhouette romance by Emilie Richards that got me into opals in the first place! And yes, I did buy at least one new opal ;). Funny how things go full circle. I’d love to set a book there one day – hmm wonder if I can wangle another trip … for research purposes, of course!

And now, readers, you tell us - what is the most challenging or inspiring trip YOU have ever taken?

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Keeping It Real

Coreopsis in my garden-my little piece of heaven
I adored Cathryn Perry's post yesterday, on gratitude. I was also at our romance writer's conference and being a writer, observing people is part of my job description (and psyche). As always, it was a joy to meet up with friends that I only "see" online the rest of the year. And it affirmed my passion for my craft. My editor and I did a workshop on cliche and as I looked out at the attendees I saw the same zest for knowledge and story that I have. This zest is what still drives me to write the best dang story I can, every time.
The reality of life includes heartbreak and grief, struggles, wondering if there's going to be enough cash at the end of the month to buy groceries. How blessed are we who get to write but more importantly read romance?
Let me know how reading romance has helped you with your daily struggle(s) and I'll randomly pick one commenter to receive a copy of my latest, NAVY ORDERS.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


by Cathryn Parry

We returned home from our national romance writers’ conference this past Sunday, where I was blessed to give a workshop with a longtime writer-buddy, Harlequin Presents author Dani Collins.

Our presentation was titled, “The Joy of Writing—With or Without a Contract.”  And though we practiced our timing beforehand, when it came to presenting “live,” we ran out the clock before covering our last bits of material. 

The topic I missed discussing was “the benefits of cultivating an attitude of gratitude.”  Here is a snippet from my notes:

If you want to raise your mood, the fastest way I know is to count your blessings.  Get out a journal and make a list.  Think large and small. Write, “I’m grateful for…”  Make an inventory of the blessings in your life. 

Dr. Wayne Dyer writes, “Stay in a state of gratitude and awe.  Go on a rampage of appreciation for all that you have, and all that you observe.  Gratitude is the tenth step in every ten-step program for manifesting your intentions, because it is the surest way to stop the incessant inner dialogue that leads you away from joy.  You can’t feel stressed and appreciative at the same time.”

So, now that I’m back from conference, I’d like to list a few things that I was grateful for:

I’m grateful for my good friends, old and new, that I got to reconnect with (the best part of the conference!).

I’m grateful for my awesome husband who met me at the airport curb and treated me to a surprise lunch at Legal Seafood.

I’m grateful that I got to dance beside Nora Roberts at the Harlequin party.
July Superromance Releases

I’m grateful for the opportunity to meet my awesome editor in person, and that my Superromance “The Long Way Home” won the 2013 Booksellers' Best Award in the long contemporary category (a big surprise!).

I’m grateful for Starbucks coffee to wake me up in the morning after I’ve been up too late partying.

I’m grateful for all the books I got to collect and bring home from conference, to enjoy, share and donate.
I’m grateful to see my own book, a July release, on the shelf at my local Walmart. 
Out of His League
This week, I’m giving away a copy of that July release,“Out of His League,” a romance set in Boston with a professional baseball-pitcher hero and an anesthesiologist heroine. 
Just leave a comment about something that you’re grateful for, and I’ll use a random-number generator to choose a winner, posted on Saturday.  Good luck!

Cathryn Parry is a life-long baseball fan.  She lives in Massachusetts with her husband, Lou, and her neighbor's cat, Otis.  Please visit her website at

Monday, July 22, 2013

An unedited draft of a first meet because I'm actually (who knew) writing

By Karina Bliss

I'm writing a new book and remembered I'm posting a blog, oh about five minutes ago. So let me share the first meet with you, unedited.  My hero is rockstar Zander Freedman, older brother of Devin Freedman, hero of What The Librarian Did. He's looking for a reputable biographer and wants Dr Elizabeth Winston, PhD who has politely agreed to meet with him prior to a rock concert. Having researched his reputation she has no intention of accepting the job.

"The back end of the stadium was a rabbit warren of long echoing corridors, punctuated by big men lounging against the wall. Security, Elizabeth guessed. Everyone else they passed scurried, intent on some backstage task.
Dimity opened a door. “In here.”
Half-expecting a throne room, Elizabeth was disappointed. Though large, the room she stepped into was like any other changing room in a stadium. Breeze block walls, painted white and scuff-marked. An overstuffed sofa squatted in the middle of the space next to a coffee table holding a lamp, empty plastic water bottles and mugs. The aircon was switched off and the air was as heavy and damp as a warm washcloth. Her nose picked up ginger and honey herbal tea with an overbite of hairspray.
On the far side of the room large bulbs blazed around a mirror on a table covered with beauty products, silhouetting the man - naked from the waist up - sitting in front of it, knees splayed and and hands resting on jean-clad thighs.
A brunette with delicate features dressed in a black muscle tee and denim cut-offs wielded a blow dryer over dancing blonde strands that gleamed like polished silk. “I wonder what shampoo he uses,” was Elizabeth’s first thought. Her gaze dropped to the tattooed chest reflected in the mirror.
Outstretched angel wings followed the sweep of his collar bone, the tips disappearing over his shoulder, while the lower feathers covering taut upper pecs. The wings weren’t joined, dividing neatly either side of his breastbone. As they drew closer, Elizabeth saw the feathers were tiny strands of barbed wire.
“She got caught in traffic,” Dimity called over the dryer, “Have you time for this now or would you prefer to wait until after the show?”
A nipple ring glinted as he waved the hairdresser away and swung in his chair. Stood up. Now the lights were a halo around his body, making his tanned shoulders gleam. He smiled.
Elizabeth considered herself an intelligent person. When she’d started school she’d already been reading six months; she had a BA, MA and a PhD in history. Her house was full of books and even the washroom had pithy sayings framed on its walls for the edification of anyone sitting on the loo.
And yet she hadn’t factored charisma into Zander Freedman.
Theoretically she understood he had to have something about him to explain why people didn’t simply tell him to take a running jump when he behaved like a douche.
Intellectually she appreciated he was ‘hot’ having been listed - twice - in People magazine’s Fifty Most Beautiful People In The World, and once as World’s Sexiest Rock Star. To her mind it was superficial and meaningless drivel, even when conscientiously allowing for her self-protective bias as a lanky ‘Ginga.’
But his smile of welcome was so dazzling she nearly flung up a hand to deflect it.
Yes, there was arrogance and ego, and a whole lot of unconscious entitlement but his charisma was like a sonic boom breaking the sound barrier. Sex appeal emanated like a force field that practically bounced off her ovaries.
“Dr Elizabeth Winston.”

His tone had the same combination of gravel, sex and sweetness that characterized his singing voice. Sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. He could probably drawl a shopping list and make it seductive. ‘Mayon…naise,’ ‘ba…na…na. ‘ She struggled for a sense of proportion. Maybe not ‘onion’."

What do you need in a first meet? All tips welcome! 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Giveaway Winner -- Jennifer Lohmann's Reservations for Two and The First Move

flchn1 is the winner of Jennifer Lohmann's Reservations for Two and The First Move from the Surprise Thank-You Note post.

flchn1, please email Jennifer at jenniferlohmann(at)gmail(dot)com (with the correct symbols where the (at) and (dot) are) and she'll get back to you about mailing out the books.

Thank you for commenting!

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Getting the details right

Mary Sullivan

When casting about for inspiration for my writing, when I feel the need to step it up a notch, I turn to a number of sources, often to songs I like. I have a tendency to gild the lily, to describe too much, which can then leach the description of poignancy.

I admire songwriters who can tell a great story in three or four minutes. In fact, it boggles my mind that so many do it so well.

A Canadian singer/songwriter whose work I adore, Lynn Miles, has won innumerable awards including a Juno, the Canadian version of a Grammy. I'm blown away by her songwriting skills. One song in particular always gets to me, Black Flowers, about a woman who lives beside a coal mine and lost her husband in that mine. The only thing that will grow in her yard is black flowers. The song is so effective because Ms. Miles uses just the right details, sparingly. They are few, but telling. Here's the chorus:

And the undertaker
is a busy man
He got a clean blue shirt
He got soft pink hands
Got a paved driveway
and a brand new car
Black flowers 
grow in my yard.

The simple brilliance of this stuns me. In so few lines, the message is clear. This story isn't about the undertaker, but in describing him, the songwriter has told us everything that the woman's husband wasn't and everything that the woman herself desires. That terrible juxtaposition between what he owns—a paved driveway and a brand new car—and what she owns—black flowers growing in tainted soil—is heartbreaking. These few lines also say so much about the town. The undertaker is a busy man. There is a great divide between the haves and have nots, and the undertaker, because of the nature of his job in this particular town, makes a profit from the tragedy of others just by doing a job that is essential. On a side note, Ms. Myles grounds us firmly in the woman's point of view with the small bits of poor grammar. He got.

I found it on youtube if you are interested in listening:

I'm going to quote another song with the risk of making it sound as though all this woman writes about is darkness, but that isn't so. She also writes upbeat songs, too.

What I like about the following verse is the seeming lack of connection between the lines, but again so much is said in its simplicity.

8 hour drive on a two lane blacktop
Nobody loves me today
3 in the morning, hard scrabble country
Went and pushed everybody away

Look at the parallel between the driver's physical and emotional isolation. This woman's loneliness and regret throb in this one spare verse. Wonderful.

Are there any songs you feel tell a compelling and complete story, and that affect you deeply every time you hear them?

Monday, July 15, 2013

Readers for Life Literacy Autographing

This Wednesday, July 17, will bring one of the highlights of the romance genre's year - the annual Readers for Life Literacy Autographing which kicks off the Romance Writers of America's Annual Conference. More than 400 authors will gather in the Atrium Ballroom of the Atlanta Marriott Marquis to meet readers, sign books, and help raise funds for ProLiteracy Worldwide, Literacy Action, Inc., and Literacy Volunteers of Atlanta. Since 1990, RWA has raised more than $775,000 to help promote literacy!

 If you are in the Atlanta area, come join us! This event is open to the public and it's a rollicking good time. You can browse the full list of participating authors, but for your convenience, we've prepared this list of Superromance authors who will be participating. We would love to meet you!

Wednesday, July 17
5:30–7:30 p.m.
Atlanta Marriott Marquis,

265 Peachtree Center Avenue · Atlanta, Georgia 
Atrium Ballroom A–C (Atrium level) 


Kris Fletcher
A Better Father
Goodies! A drawing! Harrison Ford!
(Or at least two out of three …)
Pamela Hearon
Out Of The Depths (2013 RITA Finalist!)
The Summer Place

Stop by my table and pick up a wand to wield your own special magic!
Geri Krotow
Navy Orders (second in the Whidbey Island series)
Stop by and meet a Navy veteran, Naval Academy graduate, and lover of romance. Geri will have chocolate if it doesn't melt on her flight to Atlanta.
Jennifer Lohmann
Reservations For Two
The First Move
I'll have kolaczki and people can sign up for a chance to win the last book in the Milek series, A Promise for the Baby..

Tara Taylor Quinn
It's Never Too Late
Stop by and sign up for a chance to win a free copy of the sequel!
Liz Talley
His Uptown Girl
Rumor has it there may be some New Orleans treats at Liz's table!
Lenora Worth

Definitely signing Love Inspired titles and possibly some Supers as well. Stop by to see how this unfolds!

Kris Fletcher's Winner!

Mary Preston, you won the lovely silver bookmark! Email with your mailing address and I'll get that out to you as soon as the kids and National permit :-)

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Summer Vacation? HA!

Anyone who has known me for more than, oh, five minutes knows that I really do not like summer. Never have, never will. No, not even when I was a kid. School vacation was fine and dandy - it was just the hazy, hot and humid part that made me droop.

Becoming a mother gave summer a whole new twist, as kids who were accustomed to having their days filled by school were suddenly draped all over the house with not enough to do and nowhere to do it except directly beneath my feet.  Not that they dared complain: it didn't take any of them very long to learn that saying, "I'm bored" would be the equivalent of volunteering for hard labor. But just because they're smart enough to keep quiet doesn't mean they're immune to the summertime blues. And after five kids, trust me, I know the signs.

So years ago, when my oldest was about ten or twelve, I decided that summers would be a time for making sure my kids knew how to take care of themselves. With schedules being lighter and the days more relaxed, we embarked on Operation Real Life. Each child was given the task of making dinner one night/week. They had to plan what to make, prepare a shopping list, accompany me to the grocery store to get their items, and then make the meal.

I was prepared for complaints, but honestly, this is one of the few things I did right with my crew. Does it mean extra work for me? Yes, for the first few years. Do they enjoy it? Not always. But they get past that and learn to enjoy paging through cookbooks or browsing to find something new and interesting to prepare. Best of all, after the first few years of this, they have the confidence and training in the kitchen to be able to cook independently.

The cooking experiment worked so well that we expanded it into other areas of self-care. Once they learn how to do laundry in grade 6 FACS class, they become responsible for their own clothing. When they hit high school, Mom stops making school lunches. When a button falls off a shirt - okay, yeah, we usually end up tossing it. There are limits, people :-)

Best of all is that between these steps, regular household chores, and our infamous Ten Minute Tidies (everyone working together for ten minutes straight to pick up and tidy), by the time they leave for college they are fairly self-sufficient. Do they know how to handle every situation? Heck no. But they have a great foundation to build upon. And oh, I can't describe the joy I felt after my eldest's first year of university when he looked at me and said, "Remember all those times I whined because you made me cook and clean and look after myself? THANK YOU."

So summers, much as I dislike them, have paid off big-time for my kids and me. And now that I have deadlines to juggle, I am more than happy to hand over cooking duties a few nights each week! But I still have two children with a substantial number of summers at home ahead of them, so tell me - how do you help get your kids through the summer? How did or are you preparing them for Life After High School? Or what was the best thing anyone ever did to prepare you for real life? One lucky commenter will receive a gorgeous silver bookmark, so speak up!

Zippy Summer Shrimp from - the meal my twelve-year-old made for us tonight!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

When everyone pulls together

Late yesterday afternoon, we had record-breaking rainfall here in Toronto. I stopped writing early when the sky became as dark as nighttime, and I worried about a blackout. Fortunately, my power stayed on, but thousands and thousands throughout the city lost power, and there was flooding everywhere.

Huge parts of the subway system had to be shut down because of both the power outages and the flooding, wreaking havoc just as rush hour was building.

The problem was too much water, too quickly. Ground, sewers and local waterways couldn't absorb so much in too short a time. Our downtown highway, the Don Valley Parkway, flooded and motorists were stranded. In fact, they were stranded in floods all over the city.

I heard emergency vehicle sirens during the storm and on and off all evening.

The largest, and longest, rescue was of 1,400 passengers from a commuter train when the Don River overflowed its banks so badly that the train became stranded in a sea of water, with the water level rising almost to the windows in parts.

Toronto Police Marine Unit was called out and passengers were removed in Zodiacs, with only about twenty or so passengers being able to leave the train each time. Consequently, the rescue took hours.

I had to go out last night, and the bit of the subway route I had to take was functioning just fine, but aboveground traffic was often stalled. I watched over and over as emergency vehicles, both fire trucks and ambulances, had to maneuver through these crowded streets, with cars jockeying and inching out of the way. One thing that impressed me was that the drivers all looked so calm.

The response from all of our services—fire, ambulance, police—was amazing.

It was brought home to me again how hard these people work, and how efficiently. There's a photo in one of our papers this morning of a police officer carrying a woman over his shoulder from a marine dinghy through the water. I wonder how many times he did that last night, and imagine how sore and tired he is this morning.

I'm thinking this morning of all of those emergency responders and am thankful we have systems in place that try to create order out of chaos.

Kudos to emergency personnel everywhere!

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Surprise Thank-you notes

In the Spring, 2013 issue of the magazine Lucky Peach there was an amusing article by a  chef who flies from New York to Los Angeles to do a tour with the punk band C.R.A.S.H., for whom he is their drummer. Like many articles in Lucky Peach, “C.R.A.S.H. Landing” by Brooks Headley is set at the intersection of the food subculture with another subculture (punk rock, in this case). Being more interested in food than punk rock, I would have forgotten about the article had it not been for a couple lines:

“I write Jon a thank-you note and put it in the fridge in the vegetable crisper. Hidden thank-you notes are the best. I also empty my pockets of $1.75 in change and put it on the windowsill. A tip!” 

What a wonderful thing to imagine—not just Headley scribbling a thank-you note and squirreling away for his host to find at some unspecified time (I hope Jon uses his vegetable crisper), but also the image of Jon reaching for carrots and finding “Thanks for the crash pad!”

One or two days after I read this article, I received my own surprise thank-you note. My mother is cleaning out all her kids’ accumulated junk (we’re 34 and 40, so it’s been in her house for a while) and she asked me what I wanted to do with my collection of glass Disney figurines (see for the best picture I could find of what I mean). I wasn’t interested in keeping them and told her she could sell them or give them away. She had a coworker whose young daughter liked Disney and would be interested in them. “Fine,” I said, “it would be nice if someone who would appreciate them got them.” And I put the figurines and their future with this girl out of my mind.

Maybe a month after I told my mother this, I got this in the mail:

My own surprise thank-you card. 

“Hidden thank-you notes are the best.”

What’s the best thank-you you’ve ever received, card or otherwise? I’ll choose one random commentator on Saturday to receive one copy of each of my books (The First Move and Reservations for Two).

Monday, July 1, 2013

Please Release Me

Happy July!
It's release day for NAVY ORDERS, my second book in the Whidbey Island Series. How blessed am I to have a book published at all, much less my own series?
Anyway, as I came up with the title for this post I was reminded of that song by Engelbert Humperdinck (if you're too young to know who he is, don't tell me!). "Please Release Me, Let Me Go..." it goes on to tell about a love affair that's ended. For a romance reader and author it's a sad song. UNLESS we look at it as the stepping stone to the greater love. The One.
The reality for me is that I'm always faced with letting go of something or someone I value in order to make room for the better, bigger gifts. Clearing out the clutter in my home leaves me the space and peace of mind to write. I go through a clutter purge after and before I write each book. It's part of my process--I don't even realize it half the time.
Which is why I was painting my bedroom last week, after living in our home for 2 years. The white walls were blinding me! I opted for a warm gold-beige ceiling and what I like to call hot chocolate walls. The room is calmer, more inviting to sleep. A good thing when the summer light can derail those zzzzzs.
Is there something you need to let go of that you're resisting?
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